Saturday, September 27, 2014

Visiting writer Erin Bevan to tells us about The Ranch Hand. Her new book.

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The Ranch Hand by
Erin Bevan
From Wild Rose Press

Blurb Ranch Hand
Jason Haverty is looking forward to the fall horse drive,until his boss and uncle informs him one of
 the new cowboys in to help will be riding his favorite horse. His annoyance is furthered when the
 cowboy turns out to be a girl--a quick-witted and confident blonde beauty. Trying to avoid her doesn't work. The more time he spends with her, the more an unexpected protectiveness towards her grows.

Bobby Jo's upbringing taught her to give as good as she gets, a quality Jason finds frustrating and all the more endearing in a Southern Belle. When an accident on the trail places her in possible danger, Jason realizes she means more to him than he thought. The question is, does she feel the same?


Jason arrived at Billings International Airport
twenty minutes early. He checked the monitors—Mike
and Bobby’s flight was scheduled to land on time.
Good. He sure as hell didn’t want to have to wait on

He grabbed a seat by the bag terminal, tipped his
hat low on his head, and decided to catch a little shuteye
before he had to deal with their guests. He woke to
someone nudging his shoulder.

Jason tipped his hat back on his head to see a
blonde beauty standing in front of him. His heart
hammered against his chest. His throat tightened as he
gave her a quick once over.

Long golden strands covered her shoulders, and her
eyes were blue like a clear Montana sky. Her smile
penetrated his chest like the stilettos on her heels, and
the curve of her hips made his pants constrict.

“Yes, ma’am, can I help you?” he drawled.

“Are you Jason Haverty?” the beauty asked in a Southern twang.

“Yes, I am.”

“Oh, thank goodness.” She turned. “Mike, over
here. I found him,” she hollered as she waved her arm in
the air. The fire engine red handbag she held was some
high-priced designer brand, Couch or Nada, something
like that, and her luggage had the letters LV all over it.
Maybe those were her initials.

He stood just as a young guy wearing a navy blue
T-shirt and skin-tight jeans made his way over to them.
This kid was long and lean, had celery stalks for legs,
and a zit on the tip of his nose. Hell, she was probably
the kid’s girlfriend, which meant she was young, too.

Too young for him.

A damn shame.

Erin Bevan was born and raised in Southwest Arkansas. She spent her teenage years working for her aunt at the local gas station flipping burgers and making milkshakes dreaming of the day when something better would come her way.

Fast forward ten years later, she found herself stuck inside an apartment in South Korea while her daughter went to preschool and her husband went to work. Alone and unable to speak the local language she turned to books for a friend. After reading a few hundred in such a short time, she decided to try her hand at writing one.

That first one sucked, but by the fifth and sixth book, Erin started to get the hang of this writing thing. Getting the first contract in the mail was a dream come true. Now, with three babies at home, she squeezes in stories one word at a time, one sentence at a time, one day at a time.  She’s a full time mom, a full time wife, with a little writer sprinkled in whenever she can get the chance.

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